Pill popper, breadwinner

Abstract

No one can sleep here in Juhapura. Before dawn one has to go to do one’s business. Back in Naroya, we had sheds with common toilets. Some people had their own toilets, at the corner of the kitchen. Outside, there were stones to step on, and tap water. Here, behind the huts is a stinking nala. In the darkness we women go together for safety.